Page 61 of Temptation at Randy's

I didn’t bother answering. Just because we didn’t have a dynamic where punishments and discipline were a thing didn’t mean I wanted to try my luck.

They still held all the power.

I just whimpered and cried for more. Not even half of the ribbed dildo was inside of me, but the little bumps sent zings of electricity up my body every time they rubbed against my walls. It was not enough, though.

“I just have to get this going before I fuck you for real.”

I panted. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I didn’t have time to ponder. Two seconds later, a buzz I was increasingly familiar with filled the air. I inhaled, holding my breath, my body still.

Claude tutted.

It didn’t change anything until it was clear that they weren’t moving until I got my shit together.

A shiver ran down my spine as I let go of the tension. As intimidated as I was by their favorite toy, my need for them won out. I had to please them, to let them use my body however they wanted. I just had to. It had soon become my drug, the one thing that sent me into an ecstasy like no other.

Those thoughts didn’t prepare me for the way a Hitachi wand would feel, though. I would’ve probably jumped, if Claude wasn’t pinning me down—as if they’d known, and they’d somehow predicted the way I’d react. It wouldn’t surprise me. Claude had taken on the mission to play my body like an instrument they were a virtuoso of. They were succeeding, too.

“Claude, please,” I groaned.

It was too much, all the nerve bundles that met there screaming and begging and crying, spreading the overwhelming sensation as far as they could reach until I wasn’t sure I could hold myself up.

As it happened, it didn’t matter. Claude had plans that didn’t involve me on my knees. No, just as they found the perfect spot where the head of the wand reached all my sensitive spots, they impaled me on their dildo.

I screamed, falling forward. Claude followed easily, not slowing, or letting the wand slip. I bit on the pillow, and they bit on my shoulder.

My clit was squashed against the mattress, hard, in desperate need of friction, but unable to do anything about it—and I loved it, the heady feeling inundating everything that surrounded me.

“That’s right,” Claude whispered. “Ride it all for me, Arlene. Just ride it.”

I cried out. The soothing tone as they spoke contradicted the way they were abusing my hole, all of me. I didn’t want them to stop. They couldn’t stop, not without breaking a part of me I wasn’t aware of until recently.

Claude knew.

They knew everything. How else could they eclipse everything, to push every single button there was until I was dragged to that space where everything slowed down? Everything lost meaning, but had more meaning at the same time, somehow. Perhaps the dichotomy of it was what drew me to it, what had me begging to stay there for as long as Claude would have me.

My vision stayed hazy, almost completely black, and I let out contented sighs in between the moans and whimpers and groans that slipped past my lips on their own.

That was, until Claude yanked me back. Their arm wrapped around my shoulders as they pulled me to my knees. My chest heaved up and down as I blinked back the haze.

“Remember what you have to do, gorgeous?”

As if I might’ve forgotten, Claude drew the wand higher. They must’ve upped the settings, too, the vibrations stronger and faster and more punishing.

I cried out. The new angle was too much, everywhere. Claude didn’t stop, though. They’d checked in on me more often at the beginning, but not since they realized what a slut for punishment I was, in their words. When they’d first said it out loud, I’d shrunk, feeling embarrassed. I wasn’t sure the words had fit, either, but as they explained punishment could have a unique meaning just for us…

It had made sense. Everything about what they did to my body made sense. I’d soon learned that it was better not to question it.

“Yes,” I rasped out the word.

I remembered. I just couldn’t hold on like this, even if I wanted to. Every fiber of my being screamed with the need to do as they wanted to, to please them the way they wanted to.

It turned out, I was only human. My body was not trained enough to sustain everything. Claude saw it before I could collapse on my own, pushing me with them until I could hold on to the sheets again.

“Good girl.” Their voice was ragged as they spoke against my skin. Shivers spread from where their lips ghosted it. I cried out. “That’s it. Just a little longer.”

That little longer felt like the longest time. It was torture, and a blessing, all rolled into one. Infernal hell mixed in with heavenly bliss. It rolled through every cell of my body until I couldn’t tell which way was up and which way was down.

I didn’t suppose it mattered much. It didn’t change anything.

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